I stand at the window
alone, no one is home.
The clouds drift high in
the sapphire blue sky.
Big and puffy, like cottonballs.
Their bellies are grey, holding
the promise of rain.

I can beat them to it.

A breeze blows gently through
the open window, ruffling my
blond hair with warm fingers.
The caress of an unseen lover.

My throat tightens and my eyes burn.

Unbidden, the tears begin to fall.
One then
two.

Each tear carries away a piece of
my peace...
my hope...
myself...

Tracking down my face, so hot, like
molten gold.
The warm wind burns twin tracks
of ice,
ice that follows the hope.
Freezing the chance of return.

I feel ashamed at those tears.
They undermine my fascade of strength.
Revealing my fraility
my humanity.

I am scared and I know not
what to do.
I have no one to talk to,
no one to listen to me cry,
no one who understands my fears.

no one
except the wind and the rainclouds.

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